Monday, July 10, 2006

A Story of a Cat Boy

The moon shone brightly in the night sky and all stars faded into darkness in comparison to its brilliant vividness. It was a snowy, white paradise island in the dark, tumultuous sea of space, a place of refuge for all of the passed Earthlings to look up to.

Gilyk Oftyde looked up as well, perched ever so precisely on a thick tree branch, tail dangling over the side. ‘What a beautiful backdrop,’ he murmured. ‘Never seen the sky like this from up there, nya; or eaten so well. I love the Earth,’ he giggled, and bit into an apple he had placed beside him on his branch, his sharp canines piercing through its thin red skin before it gave way to his duller incisors. Its stem was a light green colour wrapped in a thin paper of brown – still fresh and alive after being tweaked off the tree earlier that day. Its colour faded to grey in the night. ‘Never tasted a flower so sweet,’ he said as he took another bite of his fruit, his tongue lapping its sweet juices. And when he finally took the last mouthful from its core he threw it down to the ground below and slept, peacefully and quietly, listening to the crickets chirp in delight at the sugary treat that had just fallen from amid the leaves.


The sun rose to around half-way up the sky when Gilyk opened his eyes again, his white hair shining golden in the sunlight. The moon had said its goodbyes and left to rest as the sun took its place, and a colony of ants swarmed over the leftover apple core. A bird chirped into Gilyk’s furry ears, which he flattened against his head. It was a beautiful morning.

‘Nyaa!’ he yawned, and stretched. As the bird continued to sing he turned to watch it, his eyes following its every movement. It was a small blackbird – not very large but big enough for a mouthful or so, he thought. His tail swished and curled at the end in anticipation. Although the apple from the night before had been delicious, his stomach was still empty and his tongue craved the taste and feel of meat. His tiny body grumbled with hunger as he watched his anticipated prey.

It hopped from branch to branch tauntingly, head turning this way and that and fluttering its wings in the morning air.

But Gilyk never really could hold back his feline instincts, and after a moment of preparation pounced forward. The bird shrieked and fluttered away, rustling the tree’s leaves as it went. Gilyk nearly missed the branch. He managed to grasp onto it with his fore and back paws, hanging upside-down. ‘Another missed supper,’ he sighed, and looked at the ground.

Although it was an interesting view, the truth was that he hadn’t been on the ground in a few days, maybe even weeks. If he hadn’t chased a squirrel up there a while back in the first place, he probably never would’ve gotten himself stuck in that tree. But unfortunately he had, and for the last while he had been living off of apples.

He weighed the odds of his survivability if he let go of the branch and let himself fall. Cats were supposed to land on their feet, weren’t they? But then again he was pretty high up, and a fall such as this one could induce serious injuries on such a small person like him. And he wasn’t even a complete cat, so the rule didn’t apply. So maybe he should stay in the tree? But the apples there could only sustain him for so long, and there wouldn’t be much time until Lady de Winter came to lay her snowy cloak onto the world. So what next?

As he hung upside-down pondering, someone approached. He paused for a moment and watched the intruder near his tree, already beginning to feel the hairs on his tail rise. However it was no more than a young girl around his age, maybe younger, maybe older, with long black hair and a somewhat depressed demeanour. She slouched and let her arms hang at her sides, her long black sleeves trailing on the ground and not quite matching her beige sundress.

‘Nya, little lady!’ he called cheerfully, swinging himself right-side-up again on the tree branch. She looked up at him with a sombre expression. ‘Why so sad?’ He smiled and swung his tail back and forth, and the girl looked on.

A tail? she thought, but no words escaped her lips. She turned away and simply continued walking, leaving the cool shade of the apple tree and entering the sunlight once more.

Gilyk’s ears drooped and his tail hung limply as she left. ‘Why so sad?’ he asked again, although this time a bit sad himself. He hadn’t had any company in many a while, and now his first visitor was off and away again without even saying hello.

The girl stopped and turned round again, squinting her eyes. The strange cat-boy became lost within the leaves and shade of the large tree, and was difficult to see. She stepped back into the shadow.

‘No reason,’ she replied, though not too convincingly. ‘I just…never mind, it’s not very important, I guess. Why are you so sad?’ Her voice was calm but had a dreary tone to it.

‘Err, well you see,’ Gilyk began, ‘I’ve been stuck in this tree for a long time, and you were the first person I’ve seen in a while. But you walked away so coolly as if I were of no importance…’ He frowned. ‘Is it because of my tail?’ he asked, his voice slightly anxious. ‘It must be - it always is.’

‘No, no! Not at all,’ said the girl, still unsure of what to say. After a moment of pondering she scratched her head and asked, ‘Do people make fun of you too?’

Gilyk looked down at her. Her arm was still up and her hand rested at the nape of her neck, and what he once thought was her sleeve he now saw was something else. A pair of large black wings seemed to be attached to her arms, and the one raised made it very clear to see – she was not all human herself.

The End

Monday, July 10, 2006

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Wednesday, March 09, 2005
'Blargh. 15 minutes of computer class left. At least I finally finished my stupid Newsletter assignment. @_@;; Anyway, I probably won't post later because I'm lazy. ^_^;;
Wednesday, March 09, 2005

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Thursday, February 24, 2005
"Pitter, Patter,"
The fresh blood splattered;
The jugular ran dry.
Spitter, Spatter,
"On a silver platter
There rests my head," said I.

Teeter, Totter,
Fresh lambs to slaughter;
Their bodies left to drain.
Drippy, Droppy;
The daisy, turned poppy,
Wilts now in the rain.
Thursday, February 24, 2005

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Sunday, February 06, 2005
W00t. Chinese New Years is in 3 days, so I think I'll make a new layout. I get the 9th off, yayy!


*sudden thought*


AHHH NOOOOO! My play isn't on the 9th, is it?! >.<


AH!


It is.


ARGH GAOIFSGHOAHANGIJH!!! Stupid play ruining my day off. -_-;


Grrr. Anyway, I think I'll make a new layout for the new year. It's the year of the rooster. Here's my horoscope (the snake. Born on Chinese New Year's Eve, w00t! 8th is my second birthday =3).



Diplomatic and popular, the Snake has the sensual art of seduction down. This Sign is an interesting mix of gregariousness paired with introversion, intuitive reasoning paired with savvy business skills. Snakes are considered to be lucky with money and will generally have more than enough to live life to the fullest, regardless of how important it considers money to be; this may be due to the fact that Snakes tend to be rather tight with cash. They're not stingy, they're simply more mentally than physically active. Snakes tend to hang back a bit in order to analyze a situation before jumping into it. Their charming, seductive quality actually belies a rather retiring nature; this Sign is perfectly happy to spend the whole day curled up with a good book and, thus, can be mislabeled as being lazy.



The Snake is somewhat insecure deep down and tend to be a rather jealous, possessive lover, behavior that can end up alienating loved ones. Despite these less-than-stellar tendencies, however, the Snake often proves irresistible and is a generous, loving partner.. Slightly dangerous and disarmingly smart, the Snake's philosophical and intuitive mind generally supersedes logic in favor of feelings and instinct. Snakes will rely on their own gut reactions and intuitions before turning to others for suggestions. This makes this Sign a great hand in any business venture, possessing the caution and smarts needed to get ahead.



Snakes are hard workers (when they see good reason to be!) and are possessed of a keen intelligence. Snakes have incredible follow-through, once they get going, and they expect the same from others. Thus, their coworkers and employees had best stay on their toes, lest they anger the Snake and suffer its poisonous bite!



In general, of course, Snakes are generous and genteel, charming and appealing. Snakes must try to learn humility and to develop a stronger sense of self. Once Snakes realize that confidence comes from within, they will finally be comfortable in their own skin.


Sounds like me sometimes. Kinda scary.

Sunday, February 06, 2005

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Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Heelyuuu. It's 50 minutes into Computer Class and I've finished all three sets of my notes. As much as I have a cramp in my left hand from all the typing, I want to blog today. I haven't blogged since that night I stayed up late to write the English play (which is all finished now, pretty good too) and unfortunately I've already forgotten what I've come on blogger to write.

Sorry if there're any typos or long sentences in which to words are spaced. The spacebar on my keyboard has a sensitivity close to nil, and so I have to hammer down on it to make a space. The keys also have more resistance than the keyboard at home, so they cramp my left rings finger.

Anyway...Not much has happened yet today. It's first period. This morning I slept in until 7 (I keep sleeping in lately, need to go to bed earlier) and missed the 7:19 bus. Again. I've been taking the 7:35 nearly all of January and all of February so far, which is highly irritating despite the groggy, sleepy, I've-overslept feeling in the mornings. I don't have to worry about last-minute homework today though, since luckily there wasn't much to do last night.

Second period I have Geography with Mme. Asselin. I love her, she's so...expressive. You can tell she's really passionate about her teaching and she's fast paced, which keeps the class awake and on the move, extremely interesting. Third we have English with Martella (if you're wondering why I keep writing out the teachers names, I guess it's because I'm afraid of forgetting them in the future), but the most we'll do is rehearse our "Shakespearean" plays in the auditorium. (Side thought: What's the point of writing a Shakespearean play if it isn't in Shakespearean English?) Last period we have Math with Avraam. Yay, algebra! I love algebra. I love math, period.

Hmm. We have 3 minutes of classleft,so I suppose I'll blog later. Bye, until maybe this afternoon.

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

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Friday, January 21, 2005
FINALLY


DONE


THE


STUPID


SONNET.


I tried to finish the actual script, but only got as far as the duel. It's 3:50, and my brain is way too fried to do any more work.

Friday, January 21, 2005

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Thursday, January 20, 2005
Where art thou, Muse, that thou forget'st so long
To speak of that which gives thee all thy might?
Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song,
Darkening thy power to lend base subjects light?
Return, forgetful Muse, and straight redeem
In gentle numbers time so idly spent;
Sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteem
And gives thy pen both skill and argument.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make Time's spoils despised every where.
Give my love fame faster than Time wastes life;
So thou prevent'st his scythe and crooked knife.


Ahahahahahaha! Shakespeare must have had the same writer's block as me when he wrote this. Stupid sonnet for the English Script. >.< I'm stuck on the 9th line, and it's horribly written. Here it is so far:


Fair maiden, alone in love and heart and life,
Makes company with the Queen of Fairies, Mab
And, naively believing, heeds her advice
That was better heard than better had.
The braggart she finds, who doth fall in love
With the fair face that she him did show
And the old lord, of a soul of perversion until now unheard of
His interests to Rosaline he did let know.


Grr, it's 11:40, I need to finish this, print out the rest of the stuff (read over it and edit, too. Hopefully Megan won't be too much if I change some stuff @_@), shower and then sleep. It's been such a busy week this week...What with our exams and projects. *sighs* I still haven't studied my Spanish verbs; I'm going to do so badly on that test tomorrow. I already did badly in Biology. x_x I got 7/10 on my lab because I forgot to bring in my diagrams and 78% on my project because it was "unoriginal." Geez, who cares about originality? It's all about the work content (*sighs again* Little, old, left-brained me that is too academic to care about creativity).


I'm going to do worse this term than last term, definitely. Here are my term predictions and some notes on each subject:


English: 80 something or possibly even a 90 - last term: 90 - Responses, Essays etc. 90% + but play will be horrible.
French: 70 something to low 80's - last term: 80 (she lost my Whale Test. Grr >_>) - Book response would've been 92% but got bumped down to 72% because it was late, Q&A for the book was horrible because I hadn't read it.
Spanish: Low 80 - Last Term: 83 - Never handed in my leyenda, probably did very badly on the project (which was late), did badly on the last few quizzes
Math: 80 something - Last Term: 95 - Missed the first few days of functions and still haven't understood it completely yet
Music: 80 something - Last Term: 90? - Handed in absolutely no journals or practice sheets
Biology: 70 something - Last Term - 84? - Keep getting 70% on my work, always get at least one C in sciences every year (since gradeschool...never fails)
Gym: 80 something - Last Term: No Mark - Couldn't do more than 3 consecutive bumps or volleys (vollies?), very bad track times
Piano (Not school, but whatever): Not very good - With my old teacher: went pretty quickly, but my technique was unrefined - I spent a month or more on Minuet in G Major because my technique is horrible.


So...why exactly did I write all that? Half of me feels that it's to relieve some stress (I'm worried about doing badly this term) and a guilty half of me feels that I'm only doing it to boast my marks, feed my ego and make me feel intellectually superior to whoever bothers to read my blog.


Anyway, enough procrastinating. Those last 6 lines of sonnet won't write themselves. Wish they would.

Thursday, January 20, 2005

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